Primal: Part One (7 page)

“Okay.  You wanna go sit in my car?”

Yup, she got a little freaky-deaky in her
, Jovan decided.  “That’s cool,” he replied.  “But you gotta promise not to touch me while we’re out there.”

“Boy, ain’t nobody trying to touch you.”  She scooted out of the booth and rose to her feet.

Jovan watched her ass as she walked away from the table. 
Damn
.  He was glad she didn’t ask
him
to keep his hands to himself.  He didn’t like to make promises he couldn’t keep.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SARAH (AND BETH)

Jovan knocked on the door of room 512 and was greeted by the woman he’d met downstairs.  Sarah wore the same dress, minus her pumps.  Her bare feet sank into the lush carpet of her luxury suite.  Her toenails were painted red, matching her fiery mane.  She didn’t look nervous about the encounter, which Jovan found strange.  He was certainly on edge, despite the fact that he was the powerful, possibly aggressive black guy, and she was a pretty little thing.

With a smile, she told him, “Come in.”

He studied her features as he stepped inside.  He decided the few crow’s feet in the corner of her eyes didn’t detract from her looks.  She was mature and radiant.  Jovan continued to admire her curves as he reached to push the door closed.  He liked that Sarah was fit.  He appreciated the spread of her hips, the small swells of her breasts.  Despite the strangeness of their date, he thought he would enjoy making love to her.  He was eager to discover if her carpet matched her drapes.

She said, “Thanks for coming,” and backed into the room.

Before Jovan could reply, he was distracted by a shadow in the hallway.  His immediate thought was SET UP!  Had he been lured here for a robbery or arrest?  He didn’t recall if he’d given his brother the room number he was headed to.

His muscles tensed as his brain made quick decisions.  He decided to evaluate the possible threat before choosing between fight or flight.  He was relieved to see that it was another woman approaching, and she didn’t have a weapon in hand.  But Jovan wasn’t ready to let his guard down.  He looked from Sarah to the surprise guest, a frown knotting his brow.

“What the hell is this?”

“It’s okay,” the redhead told him.

“Hello,” the new girl said at the same moment.

Sarah’s friend was tall.  Her hair was raven black.  She wore a maroon skirt with a white blouse.  Her makeup was flawless; bold eyeliner with perfectly sculpted eyebrows.  Her lipstick was plum-colored.  She was attractive enough to be a working girl.  Jovan thought she might be around Sarah’s age.

“Come,” she said as she stepped into the front room.  “Have a seat.”

He shook his head slightly.  His back was to the door, but the deadbolt wasn’t engaged.  Unless one of the women was an undercover ninja, he was positive he could flee the room if need be, which settled his nerves a little.

“Nah,” he said.  “Why don’t y’all sit down and tell me what’s going on.  You didn’t tell me somebody else was gonna be here,” he scolded Sarah.

“I’m sorry,” she replied.  “But to be fair, you didn’t ask.”

She continued to smile as she took a seat on the sofa.  Her friend joined her.  They sat hip to hip.  The brunette crossed her legs gracefully.  Sarah grinned nervously, while her friend’s expression remained blank.  The brunette’s gaze rolled down Jovan’s frame before she looked him in the eyes.  If she liked what she saw, he couldn’t tell.

“This is Beth,” Sarah said.  She reached and placed a hand on her friend’s thigh as she spoke.

It was a small gesture, but Jovan considered himself discerning when it came to slight nuances, especially when his subjects were women.  He thought he saw something in the touch.  Sarah confirmed this with her next statement.

“She’s my wife.”

Oh, shit
.  Jovan’s eyebrows rose as he considered the new direction this night might take.  Beth’s stony demeanor made him eager to dominate her sexually.  Submissive girls were rarely a turn-on.  His legendary success with women kept him on constant lookout for someone who might be a challenge.

Beth immediately shut down his line of thinking.  “Don’t even thinking about touching me.”

Jovan shook his head with an amused chuckle.  He folded his massive arms over his chest and stared down at the women.  He knew how intimidating his posture was.

“Alright, one of y’all need to tell me what’s going on.  I didn’t come up here for no games.”

“A
Texan
?” Beth exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm.

“I didn’t ask, but I think so,” Sarah responded giddily.

“She’s
bi-sexual
,” Beth told their guest.  She said the word with clear disdain.  “I don’t know why she likes dicks, but I love her, and I’m willing to indulge in her desires – every now and then.”

The woman spoke with the air of a CEO, someone important.  Jovan could see her sitting at the head of a conference table, with well-dressed men and women seated around her.

Sarah blushed, and she took hold of her wife’s hand.  She pulled it into her lap and caressed it affectionately.

“Tonight my wife selected you,” Beth continued.  “I’ll pay you to fuck her, and then you’ll be on your way.  I’ll pay you five hundred dollars for one hour, as you and Sarah discussed.”

Jovan’s breathing was steady, though Beth’s comments heated his chest.  The warmth gradually flowed down his torso and between his legs.  He had been with two women before, but never had one girl instructed him to
fuck
another.  And they were married, no less.  It was disappointing to know that he wouldn’t be exploring any of Beth’s holes (he especially wanted to slide his meat between those condescending, plum-colored lips).  Nonetheless, he was willing to give the ladies what they wanted.

“Okay,” he said.  “Where’s the money?”

He wasn’t sure if getting paid up front was proper protocol, but it seemed like a good idea.  It wasn’t like he could take his sex back afterwards, if the women decided not to pay.

Beth gave him a look – which Jovan would describe as annoyed – before she rolled her eyes and reached into her bra.  His eyes followed her thin fingers as she produced a small fold of bills from her bosom.  She noticed his eyes lingering on her milky cleavage and said, “Don’t look at me like that.  Save your perverted eyes for her.”  She nodded towards her wife.

Jovan didn’t think his eyes were perverted.  He eyed Sarah, and she smiled agreeably.  He gave her a look to mean,
Is she always like this
?

Sarah shrugged and nodded, as if she understood him perfectly.

When his attention returned to Beth, he saw that she had ten crisp one hundred dollar bills.  She counted out five and placed them on the coffee table.

Jovan’s eyes widened slightly.  He couldn’t believe this was really happening.  He marveled at the ease in which this opportunity had fallen into his lap.  His heart knocked as he reached for the money, but he stopped short.  He looked around, wondering how many things could go wrong if he proceeded.  He wasn’t aware of the numerous risks people took when they accepted money for sexual favors.  He was sure going to jail was only one of many pitfalls.

“Are y’all cops?”

Sarah and Beth looked at each other.  The redhead giggled.

“Of course we’re not,” Beth said.  “Do the police set up stings in
Vegas
?  That would be weird.”

Jovan had no idea.  He knew prostitution was legal there, but he was pretty sure the working girls (and guys) had to get some kind of license.

“What about cameras?” he asked.  “I don’t want to be recorded.”  He knew he’d have no way of knowing if they’d hidden one already, but he felt like he should at least make it clear that any video produced would be against his will.

“We’re not going to record you,” Beth said with another flare of frustration.

“What do you mean
we
?” Jovan asked.  “You’re leaving, right?”

The woman looked at him as if the question was ludicrous.  “I’m not leaving you alone with my wife.  We’re all going to the bedroom.”

Jovan tried to hide his surprise as he continued to calculate and put himself in a position of advantage.  “Oh, hell no.  If you wanna sit there and watch, you gotta pay for that.”

“Fine, sir.  How much?”  The brunette seemed to be struggling to keep her cool.

Jovan said, “Two hundred more.”

Beth’s small nostrils flared as she counted out two more bills.  She placed them on the table with the rest of his money.  Noticing how quickly she complied, Jovan wished he’d asked for more.

He couldn’t think of anything else to inquire about, so he bent to retrieve his payment.  The bills were all new.  He held them up to the light, as he suspected a real prostitute would.

All of the money was legit, as far as he could tell.  He stuffed it in his front pocket and said, “Alright.  Let’s go.”

Sarah squealed with delight.  She turned and kissed her wife on the cheek.  Beth frowned and shied away from her, the way a husband might if he only allowed his mother-in-law to visit so his wife would shut the hell up about it.

The ladies rose from the couch and headed for the bedroom.  Jovan moistened his lips as he followed them.

● ● ● ● ● ●

There was a chair in the corner of the room.  Beth headed for it.  She took a seat and crossed her legs again.  Her face remained deadpan.  Sarah took a seat on the bed.  Her smile was ear to ear.  Jovan stepped cautiously into the room, not sure how to proceed.  He looked around and didn’t see anything out of the norm.

“Come here,” Sarah said, reaching for him.  “Take off your shirt,” she breathed.

Jovan walked to her.  She spread her legs, compelling him to step between them.  He got a glimpse of her panties.  They were black and lacy.  Feeling guilty about the peek, he looked to Beth, who was no more than twenty feet away.

“Don’t look at me,” she said.  “Look at her.  She’s the one who wants you.”

He had to ask, “Do you have to be so rude?”

“I don’t like you,” Beth revealed.  “You stink.  You smell like a man.”

Jovan frowned, not sure how to react to that.

“I like your smell,” Sarah said.  She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him closer.  She began to unbutton it.  “
I love your smell
.”

Jovan looked to Beth again, he couldn’t help it.  She sneered and told him, “You better be good.”

The contrasting emotions in the room were extreme.  Surprisingly, Jovan was turned on by the annoyed lesbian as well as her horny wife.  He shrugged out of his shirt when Sarah undid the last button.  She gasped and licked her lips at the sight of his nude torso.  She reached and pulled him closer.  She placed her hands on his chest and moaned softly as she caressed his pectorals.  Her hands were warm, her touch surprisingly soft.  She ran her hands from his collarbone to his six-pack, up and down.  He watched her eyes, which were filled with delight.

“You are so
fine
,” she gushed.  “You’re
gorgeous
.”

The muscles in his chest and stomach tightened as she fondled him.

She asked, “Can I kiss you – on your body?”

Jovan was surprised by the question.  He wondered if it was customary in the world of prostituting.  Were there hookers out there who would deny the request?

He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary around her lips, so he said, “Yeah.  Go for it.  But don’t leave any marks.”

She giggled before devouring his right nipple.  Her mouth was warm and enticing.  He felt her tongue circle his areola as she sucked slightly.  She hummed through her nostrils.  Her lips skated across his chest before zeroing in on his other nipple, which she quickly brought to a state of arousal.  Jovan always felt that women who slept with women had certain skills with their mouths that heterosexual women had yet to master.  Sarah was no exception to the rule.

The pleasure from her soft kisses created pulses of electricity that gave him goose bumps.  More waves of heat flooded his chest.  He reached and clutched the back of her head instinctively but then thought better of it.  He removed his hand and once again looked to Beth for assurance.

“You can touch her,” the brunette said.  “Grab her hair.  Pull it.  She likes it.”

Jovan’s hand disappeared in Sarah’s hair again, but he didn’t pull it, as instructed.

“Grab it,” Beth demanded.  “I told you to pull her hair.”

“Okay, um, are you gonna sit there and watch
and
talk, too?” he asked.

Beth said, “If you have a problem with it, you can give me a refund now and leave.”

Jovan wasn’t giving the money back.  That much was for certain.

“Nah, it’s just, it’s a little weird,” he admitted.

“Do you want to leave or not?”

“No.”

“Then shut up and grab her hair.”

Sarah continued to lick and suck his chest the whole time, as if this conversation didn’t concern her in the slightest.

He gripped her hair, hoping to punish her for the way Beth was speaking to him.

She gasped.  “
Ah
.”

Her mouth hung open as he pulled her head away from him.  Her thin lips were swollen from kissing him.  Her eyes were dreamy, almost intoxicated.

“Are you gonna suck his dick?”

Jovan realized Beth was speaking to her wife now.  Her crudeness was scandalous, and it was a turn-on.  Jovan’s manhood grew steadily, until the bulge in his jeans was visible.